Am I too old to hide under a bed?

I'm stuck in this storm but the storms in my head.

All I see is guns and all I hear is shots.

Just one Bang after another like Bang Bang…

AM I DEAD

No not yet.

 

The pain to breathe, the pain to live.

Am I too old to hide under a bed?

i was once blind but now i see the blindfolds fold have unfolded for me

but i try so hard to close my eyes,

shut them tight

go back to the unknown…

the truth,

but since i can’t i know -

 

i know what it is i must do,

what you've made me do,

what you've made me be.

I'd do anything to keep it away,

I'D SCRUB, I'D FIGHT, I'D KILL -

but in the end you're still there,

 

you wont move, you wont budge,

your like a stain in the rug,

but now you see i'm cupable to,

I CRY, I YELL,I SCREAM - 

but in the end you still don't see me,

 

you see me you see the monster you created,

the enemy of your dreams,

i need to speak -

you need to hear,

i need to know that you see me,

not that thing you created,

 

but you won't see me,

you won't hear me,

you say your there but do you mean it,

the sound of your lies are SUFFICATING me,

there choking me,

there killing me, and -

there burying me six feet under,

 

what do you do -

you stand there and you laugh,

you watch as they kill me,

yet you say were alike,

but you stand there as i die,

with that gun to my head,

once again making it go

BANG - BANG,

 

wishing me dead.

So, once again I ask -

“Am I too old to hide under bed ”?